Dear Heart - Sonnet 56

Dear heart, when won in sunbeams of the day:

Remember not the rain that drowns the night,

Enveloping your golden petals white

With dew; to have it any other way,

To grasp with strain the water's rippled roll,

Then would you beat for fate, for time itself;

And that is of no sweet, comforting help,

For there you are no longer in control.

Instead, dear one, remember the array

Of all your kindred in the pastureland:

They do not want, nor by the Planter's hand

Will any precious petal fall astray;

You are the same as them, not one apart,

If ready you may be, dear one, dear heart.